Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I got up, used the bathroom, washed my hands, brushed my teeth, then threw my hair up into a messy bun.
When I got out it was to find Denver sprawled out in the queen-sized bed, starfished and taking up nearly every dang square inch of it.
The top sheet was around one thigh and that was it.
The harsh light from above the barn that stayed on all night lit up the bed, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips when I saw his flaccid cock lying against his muscular thigh.
Denver didn’t have abs.
But what he did have was bulk. Muscles on top of muscles that were forged in fire, so to speak.
He had a rancher’s body that was built for endurance.
His biceps were large. His thighs were larger.
His chest was defined.
His hands, which were clutching the pillow underneath his head, were rough and work hard.
Everything about the man did it for me.
Even the hairy chest that tickled my nose when I buried my face in it.
I stripped off my t-shirt, dropped my panties to the floor, and crawled back into bed right on top of him.
I bent down and ran my tongue around his cock, keeping my eyes on his face for when he woke up.
He did wake up, too.
Seconds later, his lazy eyes met mine as he smiled. “Morning.”
I shivered and pressed my bare pussy against his calf.
He growled as his cock grew.
I worked him as deep as I could for as long as I could, but the man definitely wasn’t skimping in the large cock department.
Eventually I had to focus on the top half of his cock, using my hand to work the bottom half.
He was a sloppy mess by the time he dragged me up the length of his body by my hair.
He eased his cock at my entrance and shoved upward, filling me in the next breath.
He held onto my hair, pulling my mouth down to his, as he fucked my pussy and my mouth.
I groaned when he used his free hand to grab my butt cheek, two of his fingers brushing my back entrance as he did.
I gasped when he did it on purpose the second time, circling but not pushing any fingers in.
“You want my cock in your ass?”
I shivered. “I wouldn’t say no…as long as you didn’t just go shoving it in all willy-nilly.”
He chuckled against my lips. “We’ll work up to it.”
He kept his finger working, though, and the taboo feeling of it all had my orgasm screaming out of me moments later.
He followed with a grunt of his own, and hot splashes of his come filled me up to overflowing.
He stopped, panting into my mouth, and said, “Gotta get up.”
I sighed. “I know.”
He growled and kissed me, long and hard, then let me go.
When I fell back onto the bed as he disengaged himself from me, he squeezed my ass and headed to the bathroom.
A warm, wet towel hit me on the chest seconds later.
“Thanks,” I drawled.
He winked. “Don’t say that I’m not romantic.”
I giggled and cleaned myself up, tossing the wet towel into the hamper along with the rest of my dirty clothes. “I need to use your laundry room tonight.”
“How about you move in, and you can use it always?”
My mouth fell open at the casual way he’d just asked me to move in with him.
He winked at me and grabbed a towel, preparing to run down to the shower in the barn, cutting off any more conversation.
My mind was whirling as I got ready for the day.
I beat him down to the stalls and got to work on everyone’s breakfast.
It was when I got to the last stall that I frowned.
That stall wasn’t usually in use.
What…
An achingly familiar nose made its way over the stall door, and an excited whinny followed shortly after.
Tears burst from my eyes, and then I was in the stall with my Harry Trotter.
“Harry!” I cried out, throwing my arms around his muscular neck.
I’d seen him over the years that he’d been gone, sneaking into the pasture with him at night and playing with him, slipping him treats when I was home.
“What are you doing here?” I bawled.
“Dad got him for you,” Joe said softly.
I turned to find her and the other two girls standing there watching with smiles on their faces.
They had shovels and rakes in their hands, as well as a couple of buckets of grain for the horses.
“How?” I sniffled.
“Dad and Grams went to the Heartsans and got him back,” she said. “Dad really wants you to stay. So he’s making it hard for you to leave.”
A sob caught in my throat.
“Did he now?” I asked.
“He likes you, Holly.” DeeDee smiled. “And so do we.”
I wiped at my tears. “I hate that I have to go to work.”
“Call in sick,” Catalina suggested.